verse 1:
Bbm
He used to wear fedoras, but now he sports a fez
F7
There's kabbalistic innuendoes in everything he says
F7
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up the threads
Bbm
Underneath the Casablanca moon
verse 2:
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque
He can't count all the continents he's crossed
Trailing party members, leaving footprints in the frost
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom
Ebm
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken
Bbm
The Man said his case was lost
C7
His team was sent to the Orient
F7
A double agent, double-crossed
verse 3:
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
Pieces of his puzzle just don't join
People in high places want to stamp his many faces
On a Trans-Caucasian coin
Interlude
Bb
He better watch his step, cos sooner or later
G Cm F7
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator
verse 4:
Lines of sweat, like tinsel, start to smart his eyes
Neuroses seep like cement through the cracks in his disguise
In a dark bordello, broke a mirror with a cry
Underneath the Casablanca Moon
Verse 5:
Yesterday evening, he finally lost his mind
The walls fell in, he saw mankind
Standing before him, raising their hand
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand
Chorus
Repeat verse 1
Coda:
Bb
He better watch his step, cos sooner or later
G Cm
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator